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<Snipped quote by Azereiah>

that is very true, she has no blood, her blood is sugar


That sounds like a final evolutional stage of diabetes.
The horse is fine guys. Trust me.
Jolly Gutters



A black horse dashes frantically across a muddy plain, struck with fear, the driving force in its legs.

A bolt from a crossbow flies through the air and strikes its side. It tumbles into the mud, crying out in pain. It halts after a brief slide forth, squirming in pain and struggling to raise itself off the ground. But it keeps slipping in the mud.

And as it struggles, a looming figure approaches it.

"Yeah..." Gutters says, approaching the fallen horse with a posse of Cleaver-Men behind him. "Yeah, you'll do..." He waves one of the group over, motioning towards the horse. The subordinate steps forward and crouches down, drawing a knife.

He cuts a hole along the horse's neck. And then he begins to gag, forcing himself to vomit.

A mess of black sludge and swarming insects drops from his mouth, onto the horse's wound. They immediately begin invading its body, spreading their filthy essence throughout its organs. Black sludge begins secreting from the horse's eyes.

And its struggling ceases.

"This one's mine..." Gutters says, approaching the horse. Behind him, behind the posse, the rest of the Cleaver-Men stand atop a muddy hill, many with afflicted horses of their own, the horrific blood of the Cleaver-Men coursing through their bodies.

Gutters smiles as he pulls a bell from his coat pocket.
DM randomly deletes D&d game that the group has been playing on Roll20 for over 2 months every Tuesday without letting any of us know.

Fuckin ass.


Now that's just disgusting.
God I can feel 2016 pounding me into the dirt already. Gonna be in New York on the night of the turnover so, nothing from me then.

And if we're still going by January 1st I can technically say this game spanned two years, like a jackass.
Man, Gerald's just getting the full brunt of the shit stick, isn't he @luclovers?

I love it.
Gerald Pithers



"AHHH!" Gerald called out, as he landed on the ground at the dust pile's base. "FEH..."

He wanted right about now to be able to at least move his skull a bit. Maybe if he had some of his spine left, he'd be able to shake off some of the dust. Got into his eye sockets. Very unfavorable.

"RICHARDS?" Gerald called out, "OI CANNY SEE A BLASTED THING! JUNGLE-RICHARD, LOIGHT SOMETHIN' ON FOIAH MAYBE, ILLUMINATE THIS HOLE!"

@luclovers
@Cuccoruler
WIP teaser image for an event to come.

Ben and Theresa's dialogue is like that of an old married couple's.


All we need is a frying pan and some napalm.
Theresa ot an Bol'hjar, Benedict Kaspin



Theresa turned her head at the then-sleeping Piper by the fire, picking up her voice. "Oh. Hey." She said, seeing the young lady looking quite frightened, which was understandable given her present company. Theresa's eyes scanned her a bit, noticing Ben's tail was awfully close to her sleeping arrangement.

"Ben. Your tail." Theresa said, turning her head.

"What?"

"Your tail. It's right next to her, move it away!"

He did so, seemingly unwilling to. He was probably getting a kick out of scaring her half to death. Theresa shook her head, before realizing something. She turned to her left and picked up the hat from off the ground, stood up, and cautiously approached Piper. "It's okay, it's okay." She said, setting the hat down beside her, away from the fire.

"Is that... all you had with you?"

Piper shook her head.

Theresa looked over at Ben and called out, "Ben, what'd you take?"

"She had a stick in a leather sheath. Was going to recycle the leather." The saurian replied.

"Hand it over."

"The leather or the stick?"

"Ben."

"Ugh, alright." He reached into his coat and pulled out the wand and its sheath, tossing them over to Theresa, who aptly caught them. "Anything else?" She asked, staring him down.

"Nope. Nothing."

"Ben, I swear."

Ben sighed, and the movement of his eyes suggested he was rolling them. "Three copper." He said, making no other movements or notions.

"Well? Give them back."

"It's literally just three copper!"

"That's not the point, Ben!"

"She came out of a geyser and we saved her from any- wandering jungle beasts!"

"BEN."

Ben groaned, realizing the futility of arguing with her. He took the three copper pieces from out of his coat and deposited them in Theresa's hand. She, in turn, went and set the items down on the brim of Piper's hat, and said to her, "There. Hope that's everything. I'm sorry he robbed you, he just..."

She searched for the words.

"Are you... okay?" She asked.

@UrbanEvolution
@Empour



Gerald Pithers



"JUST, EHHH..." Gerald replied in regards to the licorice, "TUCK IT IN BETWIXT ME CIRCLET AN' ME HEADBAND. IF YEH PUT IT IN ME JAW IT MOIGHT FALL OUT AN' GET EATEN BOY ANOTHAH JUNGLE BEAST."

Cia did so, tucking the licorice on the side of Gerald's head. Saaria then asked him about whether or not he could still feel his other parts.

"EHHH... MMMM..." Gerald replied, trying to focus. "OI, UH... OI CAN, A LITTLE... NOTHING FROM ME CHEST A BACK... BUT ME ARMS FEEL LOIKE... LOIKE THEY GETTIN' REARRANGED, SOME... OHHH, OI DREAD THE THOUGHT A ME LIMBS BEIN' USED FEH RECREATIONAL ACTIVITIES OF A MANNAH MOST UNSAVORY... WE BETTAH FOIND 'EM QUICK, RICHARDS."

@luclovers
@Cuccoruler
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